MR. TUDDLE
The sticky summer weather
had us hiding from the heat
the day when Mr. Tuddle
traveled up and down our street.
Amanda heard the melody,
and Chester gave a cheer.
And soon the shout was ringing out,
"The ice cream man is here!"
A pocket full of quarters,
and a song upon my heart,
I ran to Mr. Tuddle
and his fine and fancy cart.
And as I waited patiently
and all my friends were choosing,
I noticed Mr. Tuddle drip.
In fact, he started oozing!
He held a napkin to his cheek
and mumbled, "My, it's hot."
And then, before our very eyes,
he melted on the spot.
So bow your head and shed a tear
for dear old Mr. Tuddle.
He truly was an ice cream man,
but now he's just a puddle.
--Eric Ode
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